The Wife's Wild Ass Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Wife's Wild Ass Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Jonathon stirred and shifted away, slowly plucking his prick out of Caroline's cunt. His cock came out semi-hard, bobbing up and down as if unable to decide whether to collapse or rise up again. The cockhead was dripping and the prickshaft was slathered with cum and cuntjuice. A thick flood gushed out of her vacated pussy slot. She smiled tenderly at him. "That," she whispered, "was a treat." He grinned back at her. His cock was still quite firm. Caroline gazed at his prick, wondering if he might want to fuck her again. She wasn't horny now that she had come twice, but she knew herself well enough to know that she would soon get horny again, once that fat meat was fucking into her cunt hole and running over her button of lust. Or maybe he would like a blowjob. She owed him some head after that lovely cunt gobbling he had given her, and it was the sort of debt that Caroline loved to pay. With her pussy satisfied, her mouth got horny. She was just about to twist down and take that slime-soaked cock between her lips when Jonathon sighed and looked at his wristwatch. They had been fucking for a long time. He got up and padded to the bathroom, his cock bobbing up and down in front of him. Caroline heard the shower running. She lay back in bed, feeling warm and contented. Caroline usually returned to bed in the morning after Jonathon had left for the office. But she wasn't a lazy girl. She didn't go back to sl**p. She went back to bed and played with her pussy. It had ...

... become something of a morning routine with her, loving morning orgasms as she did and seldom getting screwed by her husband at that time of the day. Sometimes Caroline felt a bit sheepish about masturbating, a little embarrassed. It didn't seem proper for a happily married woman to finger fuck herself so often. And she did get plenty of prick from Jonathon, too--she couldn't complain that she was frustrated and had to do without. It was just the timing, her particular devotion to getting her rocks off first thing in the morning. She enjoyed fingerfucking her cunt. She had to admit it, sheepish as it made her feel. She had always relished a long, leisurely handjob, and she liked fingerfucking as much now as when she had been a young girl, virginal and chaste and playing with her pussy day and night. Caroline had discovered the pleasure of rubbing her clit when she was a k**, more by accident than by design. She had been stroking her crotch because it felt sort of pleasant, and all of a sudden it had started to get a lot better than simply pleasant, and her first hand-induced climax had left her stunned. She had lain, panting and gasping on the bed, wondering what on earth she had just done to herself. And then she had done it again. After that day of discovery, she had become a constant fingerfucker, always fingering herself off when she woke up and usually frigging off just before she went to sl**p for the night. She experimented with various techniques and altered them. She ...